User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-43697558-20190908215017/@comment-39940417-20190909204404

Deathfang was not used to beasts who noticed him. After all, was he not the best of theives, the meanest of plunderers? He slowly turned, rising into the light. Both his paws were in the air, mainly to disguise the fact that one was grasping a dagger. The tall fox spoke slowly, preparing his fight instinct.

"Yer a wahldcat. I'm Deathfang. This's mahne." It was not a question.